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1 " no one tells you rome is ending until you're the last one standing alone in a coliseum where a city had been. "
― Brandon Thomas DiSabatino , 6 Weeks of White Castle /n rust
2 " i remember el salvador, /n it’s horse shit, like i tell you.i stopped chasing the messiahs /n madonnas - wised up,set myself straight.i’ve laid em /n balled em in every half-way house south of biloxi,every 10 cent bed west of tulsa, fucked /n slobbered myself stupid on swingsets, greyhounds/n gas station floors the world over. i’ve split em in halffrom head to assin elevator shafts, plus-size fitting rooms, in the lobbies of sheraton inns/n kfc parking lots - fucked em everywhereevery way that i could.someone else can fuck em now. i’m done w/ el salvador.i know her militiasher perfume, munitions,her missing hubcaps /n posters of paris. i know her goyas, her barricades, her paintboxes/n bookshelvesof baudelaire,her banners, her bullshit /n paris can keep her. "
3 " i asked him why he carried a flask."because the bottle pours too fucking slow "
4 " variations on a theme by christ:your mouth is an engine of genius.it opens w/ snakeskins of candy /n bach.your lip-balm pagesyour crybaby bridges/n the part of it that wants goes to pieces every time. "
